anmu Xifeng. He was very familiar with the situation in the Great Dog Country.Upon arriving at the ancient medical hall, Ye Bufan recounted the incident of his mother's abduction and then inquired: "H...With a splash, Huo Jian fell into the lake once more.

After a while, the guy struggled to crawl onto the shore, getting soaked again. His dripping wet body, coupled with his pig-like face, made him look even more pathetic.

The funniest part was that there was a big crab clamped right under his belly. Its two front claws were tightly gripping his robe, with absolutely no intention of letting go.

Seeing this scene, everyone present couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Ye Bufan said playfully: "I'm really impressed. I didn't expect that every time you make an appearance, it's so creative."

Ho Jian, both ashamed and angry, reached out to grab the crab. With a surge of his qi, he crushed it into a bloody pulp.

Right now, his heart was in turmoil. After going through so much, how could he not see that the woman before him was a Martial Saint-tier expert, and her cultivation level was far above his own.

He just couldn't understand it. Under the full support of his grandfather and the entire sect's resources, he had only just entered the initial stage of Martial Saint. This was already an extremely admirable achievement.

But a woman just casually walked out from the opposite side and she was a martial saint, and she was even more powerful than him. When did martial saints become so worthless

Eastern Huizhong didn't care what he was thinking. He hadn't had enough yet, and took another step forward, shouting, "Come again!"

"I'm out, I surrender!"

Ho Jian hurriedly waved his hand, he had already seen that he was completely no match for the woman in front of him. To make a move again would only be to humiliate himself.

"What a useless coward!"

Dong Fang Hui Zhong was very disappointed. She spat angrily and then turned around to go back to her place to eat barbecue.

Seeing himself being scorned by a woman, Huo Jian's old face burned with shame. Fortunately, he had been beaten up until his face was bruised and swollen, so others couldn't tell the change in his expression.

Now that things have come to this, there's no way out. If I just go back like this, others won't say anything, but my grandfather wouldn't let me off the hook.

Thinking about this, he called out with a thick face, "This time doesn't count. We just agreed that I could choose my opponent myself. I want to choose a new opponent."

Si Tu Dian Mo gave a look of disdain: “As a man, can’t you have some shame”

Ye Bufan, however, smiled and waved his hand dismissively: "It doesn't matter. I keep my word. You can choose anyone from among us, and there's no limit to the number of times."

"That's what you said."

Huo Jian secretly gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, "I don't believe that even a dozen of you women could all be martial saints."

He swept his eyes over it, looking several times.

His gaze finally settled on a delicate little girl.

Just as he was looking for an opponent, everyone else met his gaze fearlessly, all eager to fight him. Only this girl hung her head, seemingly a little afraid.

From this, it can be seen that the other party must be weak in strength and timid. Thinking of this, he pointed without hesitation: "I choose her!"

Everyone followed the direction of his finger and saw that Huo Jian had chosen Luo Xiang.

Seeing this result, everyone shook their heads. Among them, the strongest were Luo Xiang and Leng Qingqiu.

And this Huo Jian, he actually chose her to die with him Wasn't that courting death

Seeing everyone's reaction, Huo Jian felt a surge of triumph in his heart, thinking he had finally found the other party's weakness.

"She's the one I've chosen. It's settled. No going back."

Ye Bufan looked at him like he was an idiot and said, "Of course I won't go back on my word. I hope you don't regret it."

Yero Xiang's lips curled into a cunning smile, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by an expression of pitiful helplessness.

That expression just now was, of course, intentional on her part. She put it on to attract this guy, and she actually succeeded.

Since leaving the Dragon King's Palace and returning to normal life, Yi Luo Xiang has regained her previous cunning and mischievous personality. Like a sly little fox, she occasionally plays pranks on everyone, and now she has set her sights on Huo Jian.

She swayed with a graceful figure, like a delicate little flower, walking out of the crowd, her face showing shyness and nervousness.

Having learned his lesson from his last humiliating defeat, Huo Jian now dared not underestimate his opponent in the slightest. He circulated his true qi and tensed his entire body, carefully initiating the starting pose of the Aoki Soul-Severing Palm.

"Big brother, please don't do this, okay I'm a girl, how could I possibly know any martial arts Could you please go easy on me I'll just concede right away if that's what it takes."

Hearing Yiluoxiang's charming voice, Huo Jian felt his bones soften, and his vigilance instantly vanished.

"Alright, little sister. Just concede now and save yourself the pain later. I don't want to have to get serious."

At this moment, Huo Jianxin's heart bloomed with joy. It seemed his vision was spot-on this time, effortlessly securing victory in this round.

"Big brother, you can't do that! If I just admit defeat, they'll bully me when I get back. How about we spar lightly instead"

"Oh"

"Well then, little sister, if you ever feel uncomfortable staying here, just come with your big brother. I promise no one will dare to bully you..."

He said that, but a plan was already forming in his mind to run away with Yi Luo Xiang. At the same time, he lightly slapped out with one palm.

He was completely smitten, truly wanting to just make a show of it and then wait for the other party to concede. So this palm strike had neither force nor speed.

But after he slapped out with this palm, Yi Luo Xiang still seemed a little afraid. Her foot stumbled, and by some stroke of luck, she dodged the palm strike.

At the same time, a tender little hand directly pressed against his chest.

"Little sister, be careful."

Seeing such a beautiful woman about to fall into his arms, Huo Jian not only didn't dodge at all, but instead felt a surge of excitement in his heart. It seemed like his luck with women was finally coming.

Just as he stretched out his two arms, ready to embrace his good fortune in love, a picture of Yi Luo Xiang suddenly appeared imprinted on his chest, followed by a tremendous surge of force.

That ferocious force was like a tsunami, or being hit by a speeding train. The ferocity of it was almost as intense as what we just saw from Dongfang Huizhong.

"Oh! I've been tricked!"

Only then did Huo Jian realize he had been deceived. This was no simple gesture, it was far more powerful than his full-force attack.

He hurriedly and frantically redirected his qi, preparing to dodge, but it was too late. He was struck by the palm like a cannonball, flying backward dozens of meters.

And that wasn't all. At this moment, Yi Luo Xiang's face changed expression, no longer showing the previous fragility, instantly transforming into a tiger released from its cage.

He appeared in front of me with a flash, before I could even react, he kicked out again, sending him flying like a punching bag for dozens of meters. Then, as if he was my shadow, another punch followed swiftly.

At this moment, Huo Jian was flying back and forth in mid-air. Each time he didn't wait to fall before being struck again and sent flying, making him look like a human punching bag.

He wanted to fight back, but unfortunately he simply didn't have the ability. Although Ilora Xiang never went all out and wasn't trying to kill him, every punch she threw dispersed his energy, leaving him completely unable to focus.

Feeling the opponent's power, Huo Jian was truly going crazy. This damn thing was another Martial Saint-level powerhouse.

He just casually called out someone who is a Martial Saint, and their cultivation level is even above his own. Is it bad luck on his part, or are Martial Saints not as valuable anymore

(This chapter is an extra for National Day, added for the leader, big brother Fat Cat Rolling Around, and added for my book friends who support me!)smile, her eyes full of disdain.He is a late Mahayana, while this young lad in front of him seems to be only at the late Nascent Soul stage.The gap in cultivation between them was so vast, not to ment...